By the time I awoke, my head was pounding, and the backs of my eyes ached from all the stress from our encounter with Hades. The morning sun streamed in through my closed eyelids, filling my vision with a bright haze. I shifted on the mattress, eliciting a moan from Griff.I was lying on my side again with my head resting on his shoulder. Griff’s arm around my back twitched, and he pulled me into his chest.“Are you awake?” I whispered.“Tell me that was a nightmare,” he replied with a groan.“I wish it was.” Cracking open an eye, I squinted out of the window to find the sun had fully risen and was halfway to its zenith. “Shit.”“What?”“Remember our plan to see the Fae King first thing in the morning?”He grunted once for yes.“It feels like eight or nine o’clock.”“For fuck’s sake,” he snarled.Any other morning, I would slide a hand down that delectable body and wrap my fingers around his erection, but Hades’ warning rang through my ears. We had five days to break this curse, or it
I reached into the pocket of my jacket, took out a handful of iron salt, and sprinkled it on the ground. Griff took a handful of the substance and dipped the muzzle of his gun into the small pile. He brought it close, so I could also charge up my weapon. I gave him a sharp nod. This particular variety might not kill a demon, but they were no fan of salt.Beki’s hackles rose, and she growled at someone at our backs.“We’re ready for them,” I said into our bond. “Bark if they make a sudden move.”She nodded.A sizzling sounded behind us, accompanied by a pained groan and the acrid stench of burning flesh.I whirled around, pointed the gun, only to find a woman-shaped shadow on the path behind us, clutching at her foot.“You,” I snarled.“Help me,” she cried.I slipped my gun into my pocket. Moddey Dhoo was an asshole who may or may not have tricked us into handing over our iron daggers, but she wasn’t dangerous.My lips formed a tight line. “What are you doing here?”She hopped backward
“We might have only one chance to capture the bastard who bargained with me. If we don’t make the summoning as powerful as possible, he might escape and find a way to protect himself.”I nodded. “Then let’s go to the palace.”“Do you think the Fae King will recognize us from the hospital?” Griff asked.“An arrogant faerie who thinks he’s above everyone?” I asked with a snort. “Doubtful.”Griff barked a laugh. Instead of continuing down the side of the hotel, he turned on his heel and walked back toward the outdoor car park.I strolled at his side, my heart swelling with hope. “Where are we going?”“We’ll need something to capture the royal breath.” He flicked his head toward where Wulfie had parked. “Maybe our driver has a container.”“How do you know so much about languages and ancient symbols?”He gazed down at me and smiled. “My mother used to be a teacher at the island’s only academy. When my father lost the pack, she stayed behind for her students. And when our life went to shit,
I leaned into Griff and whispered, “When they said tea with the king…”“I thought he would at least sit at the head of a table.” He flicked his head toward the end of the room.The Fae King slumped on a golden throne, dressed in a black velvet frock coat that contrasted with his long, silver hair. Ornate silver buttons ran along its cuffs and in two rows down its front, giving it the vibes of a tin soldier. The shirt he wore beneath it was unbuttoned to his waistband, revealing his pale, muscular chest.I held back a snort. What a wanker.He rested his chin on the palm of his hand and stared unseeingly through half-lidded eyes. I’d never seen anyone look so thoroughly bored. Flanking him on his left and right were officious looking men and women dressed in medieval formal wear.“Those have to be the High Court faeries,” I said to Beki.She cocked her head. If I’d had the time, I would have explained to her that these were the aristocrats, while the loan sharks and those who ran the ca
I returned to the Faerie Palace Hotel with Griff, my insides thrumming at the prospect of confronting the faerie who had ruined his life—both of our lives. Nobody should ever have to bargain something as precious as their own child to save their father. Especially not a sixteen-year-old who was too young to enter into contracts.If Griff hadn’t made that bargain, then he would never have stolen my alpha magic. He would also never have been cursed with an insatiable lust or been coerced into saying those terrible words and banishing my family and me.We practically sprinted through the hotel’s white marble lobby and bounded up its black-and-white marble staircase. After last night, neither of us particularly wanted to take the elevator.“How long do you think it will take?” I asked Griff as we reached our floor.“Twenty minutes to set up,” he said in a low voice. “The most difficult part will be arranging the metal around the ritual circle.”I glanced over my shoulder and down the stai
As soon as we passed the wards, a little old man in a tweed suit emerged from behind a stack of books, his white mustache quivering as though it was a separate being. He swept into a low bow.“Welcome to the Fitzroy.” Straightening, he beamed, revealing gapped teeth that had been filed into sharp points. “I believe you’re seeking a ritual room?”Griff stiffened, and I stepped back. “How did you know?”“Fitzroy is a place of knowledge, young lady.” He tapped the side of his head, as though that explained anything. “Follow me.” He strode across the large room and disappeared through a doorway.Griff and I exchanged glances before rushing after the old man. Unlike the servant at the faerie palace, this one moved with an alarming speed for his height and age. The next room had darker paneled walls and a spiritual staircase that stretched over ten stories. Instead of a bannister, an iron pole took up its middle that reminded me of the ones Batman used.We followed him five flights before h
The faerie’s gaze sharpened. “What’s in it for me?”“Freedom,” I blurted. “Freedom from this circle. Freedom from being burned with the iron salt I’ve stuffed in my pocket. Freedom from this gun filling you with iron bullets. Need any more incentives to take off that bargain? I’d be happy to demonstrate.”“Keep your hair on,” he said, his nostrils flaring. “There’s no need to rant like a raging bull.”“What were you saying before?” Griff asked.I turned to my mate, my eyes pleading. “Let’s get rid of this curse, while the faerie’s still in an agreeable mood.”Griff’s features tightened, and he stared down at me so long that my heart spasmed. Eventually he gave me a soft nod. “You’re right.”“Go on, then,” I said to Rumpel Kracknuts. “Take away your bargain.”“It’s done.” He patted down his ruffles and sniffed.“What does that mean?” I asked.“See for yourself.” He waved his fingers in the direction of Griff’s middle.Griff glanced at his chest, then at me, and frowned. I frowned back.
I jumped back, my heart somersaulting to the back of my throat, the scorpion hurtled toward me on clattering beetle wings. Beki barked at me to run—as if I wasn’t already trying to escape—but no matter how fast I lurched away from the thing, it kept coming.Griff chased after it with his dagger, but the wretched thing seemed to want to land on me. Its pincers click-click-clacked like castanets, their sharp points glinting against the light.My pulse thundered. If I didn’t do something right now, I would become the scorpion’s next host.Rumpel Kracknuts’ maniacal laughter echoed across the ritual room’s blackened walls. “Fools. Did you think a demon curse would be so easily removed? It’s looking for another host.”“Put it back inside me,” Griff snarled.“Impossible,” the faerie said, his voice rising several octaves.I spun, pointed my gun at the monstrous curse, and shot a hole through its middle. Black debris exploded from its underbelly, dissolving into smoke, only to drift back int